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The man landed with unprecedented grace; his knees bending in perfect time with his landing so as to cradle his weight and allow him to crouch towards the ground. Without even a whisper. The emptiness of his eyes fell upon no specific target, but rather an empty space between them. Splitting his attention so as to watch and listen to all the women. This allowed him to be ready as Nilori and Cirilyn dashed in once more; though his muscles did little to show a readiness.

Nilori and Cirliyn were upon him in moments and from the corner of his eye the man could see a shield careening towards him. The muscles of his right arm from shoulder to finger tips could be seen tensing up in one moment before it moved into action. Niloria shield would have been just inches from solid impact when the man's clenched fist made contact, sending a brief squishy clang and a shower of tiny blood droplets into the air as he punched the edge of her shield to block it. Tearing the flesh of his knuckles to do so.

They did not stop there though, the other sister shifted their combined weight to spin them around. Still the man did not move; awaiting the outcome of the technique before him.

Crossbow. The man's left hand answered in time, moving with a blur in front of his head. The thick twang of the crossbows string vibrated the air and released the bolt. Yet another squish sounded off; the bolt had pierced his hand, but it's trajectory had slowed enough that his forehead completely halted its movement and bled only a thin stream.

The man's hand had begun to close the instant the twang sounded out, leaving a tunnel of fingers for the bolt to fly through. The piercing point was the space of flesh between his thumb and pointer finger. The flesh gave way easily, there is little muscle there to slow it. It was the closing hand that helped to slow the bolt, for as it pierced the man's hand it felt the weight and grip of his closing fingers. It was in this moment that the lit beams of energy shifted their color from light brown to light red. Making the color change happen in unison with the bolts contact with his forehead.

Only now did the mans gaze shift, locking directlt onto the women. In only a moment the blood which had been dribbling from around the shaft of the bolt suddenly thickened and then dried. The shaft of the bolt began to blacken before his entire hand exploded to life with flames. A snap sounded from his left hand as he clenched it shut tighter and shattered the now burnt wood before throwing the fist out In front of him. Surely he would strike only air, but in truth that's what he wanted. The punch was just the sight and trigger for the pillar of flames that surged forth from his fist. It would expand to three times the size of the man's fist, approximately as large around as a basketball and was aimed directly at Nilori and Cirliyn, who could still be dangerously close.

The other woman was not as immediate a threat as the other two. If she did not attack him, she would not be attacked in the momwnt.

[Hider=OOC]I hope it all works for you! I don't really proofread... lol [/hider]